C.D. Reiss Quotes

To submit is to choose. To hunt. To chase. To decide. To submit is to dominate.

Don't react. Stay still. Look down. Blink. Produce spit. Breathe. Swallow. Fucking breathe.

Antonio straightened like a shot, straddling me. He took my hands from my face and filled my vision. The eye of the storm: a place of peace and calm, and the most dangerous space to be in. The eye made you complacent and comfortable, and the next minute, while you were enjoying the cloudless sky, you'd be swept into a violent wind.

My name is Monica, and I am not submissive. I stand six feet tall in heels. I am descended from one of the greatest writers of the twentieth century. I can sing like an angel, and growl like a lion. I am not owned. I am music.

I knew who I was. I was a celebrity without talent. I was an heiress. I was a whore. I was a party waiting to happen. I was an addict. I was his, and in that last definition - that I was owned by Deacon I knew my place in the chaos.

There was nothing more offensive than a man blessed with looks where he should have been given courtesy.

I was good. I was at home with baseball. But I set my routines, and I need them. I can't ... I can't play without them."

He didn't say anything else until we got to home plate and stepped on it at the same time. He put his hands on my face and looked at me directly, as if putting a tunnel of attention between us. His thumbs rested on my cheeks.

Why hadn't I seen it the night before? Or an hour ago? Why didn't I put it all together from the exhibition games and the spring training video? He was coming apart at the seams.

"You," he said. "You threw it all in the fire. Things started collapsing right before you, and when you came, everything went to hell. It's you. I denied it, because if I let you in, I had to start over. I tried to bend it around to not want you. But I can't deny it anymore. There's no center without you.

The truth is that I love you. The rest is unnecessary complication.

Safe word?" "Tangerine and fuck you." "Breathe, brat," he said, jamming it in. He pulled it out so the widest part stretched me.

I'd been the perfect example of ignorance. I didn't know what made them love each other because I didn't understand love.

Tomorrow I'm going to destroy you. I'm going to mark your body and ruin your mind. By noon, you won't know whether to laugh or cry. But tonight? Tonight I will revere you. I will build an altar of myself. I will frame you in stars.

I want to say," he said as he placed my right wrist and right knee together, "If you say stop, it's good enough for me, but we might want to set a safeword." He spread my legs to get the right length under my back and tired my right side together, letting the rest of the loop drop off the edge of the bed. "Tangerine," I said. "Tangerine?" "I doubt you can keep doing whatever it is you're doing if I saw tangerine." "Fine, wiseass.

That's not a reason to give your life to God.

I was many things. I was submissive. I was masochistic. I was trusting. I was a sexual slave. But obedient? Not as much.

You may not love her any more, but you respect her. Which is more than I can say for how you feel about me.

Hostage? She's holding me hostage. She has my guts in her hands. I don't care about the company, I care about her. She's my life, do you understand? Have you ever loved a woman? Have you ever held her at night so tight because you couldn't sleep thinking something might happen to her? Have you ever built a future around a woman? Ever thought of every tomorrow, every year, every decade with her? Dreamed of your old age holding her hand? I can only function with her in my life. I can only breathe if I know she's there. I gave her my fucking soul and she threw it away. Months ago, maybe years ago. She made a decision to throw me away. She's prepared for this divorce, and I'm swinging in the wind. Raw. With nothing. No defenses. Now what am I supposed to do?" I stood and threw my coat over my shoulders. "This is not about money. It's not about some publishing company. Not for me. If I don't do this, I have no chance of recovery. I'm as good as dead." ~Adam

I wanted his soul inside me, a melding of skin where we touched, an unbroken circle of pulsing attention and awareness.

Today, you are the goddess my universe revolves around.

Anger is a form of depression,

I want you all to myself. I want to know what they didn't do so I can do it. So I can keep you longer.

I am afraid I won't have you, and I'm afraid I will.

Drazen's lips were more than lips; they were the physical memory of myself before I shut out sex to pursue music.

I'll understand you, kitten. You and I, we're going to speak without speaking.

All my life people have assumed I'm stupid because I'm quiet, I never interrupt, and I follow directions. But I'm quiet because saying less is always more.

Amateur comes from the Latin agent amatus. To love. Never worry about love. Love delivers. It's the incompetent professionals that'll screw you.

I just wanted to watch her exist.

But he didn't know how to take my repression, wring it out, and throw it out the window. He didn't know how to fuck it out of me or quietly tell me to get undressed in the night air while he watched in such a way that wouldn't make me laugh. I couldn't have given Kevin my orgasms, because he didn't want them. I could never have asked him to hurt me, because he would have.

I couldn't let myself depend on him getting me all hot and bothered so I could sing to the throb between my legs. I had no idea how much longer he'd drag me around by the panties, but it surely wouldn't be long enough to make a career.

I trust you to do what's right. But it might not be the right thing." "It's the right thing.

He only said the one word. A prayer. A supplication. A breath from his heart to mine.

I groaned, feeling stretched and possessed, as though every part of me was under his control and protection.

There comes a point when you win, and you can either soothe the loser into thinking there was something in it for them or kick them while they're down to make sure they know what just happened.

As if him binding my hands wasn't enough for me to feel possessed, owned, protected.

She was a good person," I said. "One of the best.

realized she was as much of an addict as I was, and refinement was her drug of choice.

I wanted to earn his trust behind his back.

Her strawberry hair bounced when she walked, her chin tilted upward when she saw us, and her body was the most perfectly fuckable thing to ever grace the earth.

Stop smiling," I grumbled. "Can't.""Were you this irritating when we met?""I was charming. Very charming.""Where did Mr. Charming go?""That guy didn't have staying power.""But Mr. Irritating? He'll stick around?""Unfortunately.

Jonathan Drazen," I said, squeezing his hand. "You're a manipulative bastard, a brazen liar, and a sadist. You've brought me to my knees. You've dominated me. You've told me who I am and then challenged me to be it. If you made me strong enough to stand up to the world, let me stand by you. If you completed the woman I am, let me be that woman in your honor. Every part of my body is dedicated to you. Every note I sing. Every breath in my lungs. My pleasure and pain. Take me. Let me serve you. Let me be yours.

I didn't know what we were saying to each other. We were just battering rams of hurt and betrayal.

There were no parallel realities. No imaginings created infinite worlds for every possible decision.

We'll do the sensual shit another time,

Scars are the proof we lived.

I didn't like jewelry that much anyway

What did you do to your throat?"
"Jonathan's dick had been down it, but I didn't say that.

I've never needed lubricant unless I'm getting it in the ass.

You smell like baby powder." "And you smell like you want to piss me off.

Was this kid ever going to be a man?

I was so fucking crazy about this girl. I was losing my mind, and I didn't know how much longer I could fight it. I wanted to save myself, sure. But I wanted to lift her up. Show the world what they'd missed out on. Present her like a jewel in a box then keep her for myself.

She wanted defiance in her face, and I wanted to wipe it away with a fuck so hard we'd both break.

Our connection didn't have the bandwidth to sustain the pain buried far enough in our past to cause the grind of our present. His past belonged to her, even though she'd cut the line, taking it with her, tugging at him, leaving no one else for him to give it to.

I want you to understand something. That man? He's not some boyfriend in a line of them. He is my alpha and omega. He is the sky over me. Without him, I'm lost. There's no one else, no one whose soul balances mine the way his does. I've waited my life for him, and when he came, I didn't recognize him. Not until recently. If I lose him, I swear, as God is my witness, I will be alone. No man can match him.

His lips were a promise, a blood bond, a kiss of greeting and goodbye, and the years in between.

You are my life. It doesn't matter what I am, or what I've done, as long as you're mine. Nothing in the past matters. There is you, and nothing else." He didn't look at me but kept his eyes on his work. A cluster of taller buildings appeared ahead, and he headed for them. "My one job," he said, holding up a finger, "is to make sure you know how to protect yourself when they finally kill me.

I'd been called a genius and a game-changer, a harbinger of the future and a once-in-a-generation mind. I'd walked in the halls of power, met with titans of industry, had my name mentioned in the same sentence as historical figures.
Yet holding this woman was the greatest honor of my life.
I was losing my once-in-a-generation mind.

King of Code
CD Reiss

He smiled like a cat who'd just eaten a pet shop full of canaries,

I'd find a life somewhere in the rubble.

Your eyes speak truths you don't.

Destroy me, Jonathan.

I worshipped her virtue while destroying it

His words had fingers, and as he spoke, they drifted down my body, fondling me and arousing me.

Do you hate your husband?" "I never hated him." "You're about to.

I want to fuck you on every base and eat you out in centerfield. I want to play every game with your pussy on me.

Take my hand, my love. On sinews of air we tread Aught but distance our guide With no tempo to our gait No endpoint drawn Neither plot nor plan

I'll tell you what," he said. "I can't promise you anything long-term. I can't get past my marriage. But I like you more than I care to, and I'm not interested in anyone else right now.

No. You cared. The rest of them were slowing down to see the blood on the road." There had been plenty of it.

Without you, this part of myself that's open now isn't an opportunity. It's an open wound. Every time you shut down, it bleeds.

Our relationship was too serious to forget and move on, and too casual to get upset over him fucking his ...

I didn't know how to exist inside my own contradictions.

What I meant was, I love your filthy mouth. And I love your mouth when it sings and jokes. I love your body, and everything it does to me. I love when you come, when you squirm under me, begging for it. I love your hands, and your eyes. I love your honor and integrity. I love your loyalty, your intelligence. I love your honesty, even when it hurts me. I've fallen in love with you, Monica. I didn't think it would happen to me again, but it did. Thank you.

God, she was one big nerve ending, that girl, and those big brown eyes got just a little wider when she was close. And those bruises. And how she begged for them.
I knew she was special the night I met her, I just didn't know how special.

Who made this woman? What cruel god put together the sweetest traits with this level of joyful filth? I'd never met anyone like her. I didn't know if I'd said that to myself before, but I was sure I'd say it again. She was a complete original.

I love my wife. My ex-wife. Nothing will ever change that." "Okay." "I can't love anyone else.

In Echo Park, a girl with a voice was listening, and I sang for her, so that when her day came, she wouldn't be afraid.

Why do you want to know?" he asked.
"I hate secrets."
"I have secrets I may never tell you.

Come on. Text a friend and tell them who you're with in case I'm a psycho killer.

You are a natural submissive, Monica. You enjoy being obedient. You cede control with both hands. It's exactly right.

You're controlled by your cunt. Who controls your cunt, controls you.

Wherever you are," he said low and steady as I wrote his name, knee to crotch, "I own you. I own your filthy mouth. I own your dirty mind. When you get wet thinking about fucking, it's mine. Every drop from you. I own your every thought. You are my property.

His eyes were dirty thoughts, and his lips curved into a breach of etiquette.

There is no world without you in it. Nothing. I'm not talking about despair. I've lost people. This isn't me being a child. There is one universe. Just one. And it's between us. If you destroy that universe, you destroy me. Do you understand what I'm saying?

Some things are in the stars. I was meant to protect you. And you were meant to rule.

You turned on?" He asked. "Yes." "If I do anything that changes that, you let me know." I nodded. "I didn't hear that." "Yes." "Yes what?" At once, I rebelled against the suggestion that I call him by an honorary, but at the same time, I wanted desperately to complete the act of surrender. "Yes, sir." "You just gave me a little palpitation." "I am at your service.

I didn't know how to own him with the same surety. I didn't know how to want things for us. But he was teaching me how to be his.

Too much slap, not enough tickle.

My brain might have been high on fuckjuice, but that didn't make me stupid.

I was loved by a team of smart, shrewd, criminally-inclined vigilantes. But I was loved. If I denied that any longer, I was calling them all liars. And if I denied I was worthy of it, I was convincing myself they were delusional and stupid. I wasn't lying to myself anymore. Not about that.

He opened a jack-in-the-box of sexuality by turning a handle I didn't even know I had.

And I don't even know you. It's too soon for you to take me home. I'm scared of getting attached to you. Really scared."

"The feeling's mutual."

Mentally, I stopped dead in my tracks. Whatever train my thoughts had been on screeched to a halt between stations. I looked in his eyes, searching for a bit of guardedness, a little double meaning, but there was none. He wasn't lying.

Breathe!
It was a command. And order, and I pulled in a breath before he shoved himself back in, invading me, breaking me ...

He'd woken me from a dreamless sleep, and I couldn't roll over and close my eyes, because in my wakefulness, I'd started dreaming.

She obviously didn't realize the depth and breadth of the stories I could tell without touching the things I didn't want her to know.

He'd fucked me and, fucked me dirty.

The way his hair draped in a sideways S. Flawless and secure. A wish blown off a dry dandelion.

Mostly, I expected to look at him and wonder how he could make a slave of a woman who could have any man she wanted.

felt the warmth from my chest to my fingertips as she infected my blood. Every part of me vibrated. I had agreed to stay away from her. I'd made a trade. Vengeance in exchange for erasing her from my life.

There was the story you told to litigate a case before a judge, and a story you told to a jury. There was a story you told the client and a story for opposing counsel.

I feel like no one's ever loved me before."
"I'm sure they did their best, but you always belonged to me.

What is your type?"
I shrugged. "Non-existent.

My heart." It's a stupid come on, but I'm a girl. I can get away with it.